Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Romania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Japan,
10cc,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.